Exchange Lane, left his post, and with his musket gave the boy a stroke on
the head, that made him stagger and cry for pain.

4. The street soon became clear, and nobody troubled the sentry, when a
party of soldiers issued violently from the main guard, their arms
glittering in the moonlight, and passed on, hallooing: "Where are they?
where are they? Let them come."

5. Presently twelve or fifteen more, uttering the same cries, rushed from
the south into King Street, and so by the way of Cornhill towards Murray's
barracks. "Pray, soldiers, spare my life," cried a boy of twelve, whom
they met. "No, no, I'll kill you all," answered one of them, and knocked
him down with his cutlass. They abused and insulted several persons at
their doors and others in the street; "running about like madmen in a
fury," crying, "Fire!" which seemed their watchword, and, "Where are
they? Knock them down." Their outrageous behavior occasioned the ringing
of the bell at the head of King Street.

6. The citizens, whom the alarm set in motion, came out with canes and
clubs; and, partly by the interference of well-disposed officers, partly
by the courage of Crispus Attucks, a mulatto, and some others, the fray at
the barracks was soon over. Of the citizens, the prudent shouted, "Home!
home!" others, it is said, cried out, "Huzza for the main guard! there is
the nest;" but the main guard was not molested the whole evening.

7. A body of soldiers came up Royal Exchange Lane, crying, "Where are the
cowards?" and, brandishing their arms, passed through King Street. From
ten to twenty boys came after them, asking, "Where are they? where are
they?" "There is the soldier who knocked me down," said the barber's boy;
and they began pushing one another towards the sentinel. He loaded and